While it’s you I want to stroll with in a cold night,
With only the moon as our silent witness,
I only have my shadow to walk with me.
Though the stars make the monotonous night romantic,
I only have the strap of my bag to hold hands with.
As I imagine your arms wrapped around me,
To keep me safe and warm,
I only have my cardigan to embrace me.
I long to hear your sweet words.
But, only the wind whispers to my ears.
Until when will I endure the chilly nights in solitude?
No one knows.
No one cares.
~ dapithapon / 1.10.2015